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688. Who is more suitable for Wuyou? (2)

The standard villain complained first, Wuyou suddenly felt that he was too kind and should have just let Zuoer kick her unconscious.

Song Mengwu pursed his lips and rolled his eyes disdainfully.

Why is this bitch pretending to be pitiful? She shows off in front of her husband all day long and only wants to climb into his bed.

The old lady also tried her best to place her niece in her stepson's room to have an extra set of eyes and ears.

Humph, I don’t know how much trouble it has caused her in the past few years.[

To everyone's surprise, Du Shaohui kicked her away without even looking at her, walked directly to the bed, and looked at his wife tenderly.

"Why are you taking medicine? Madam, are you okay? Is the child okay?"

Qiangwei was kicked against the wall, spit out another mouthful of blood, and cried loudly and sadly.

It's a pity that no one cares about her or takes her seriously.

"Huh." Song Mengwu turned his head, but he was very happy in his heart.

Although her husband is cold, she is the only woman around her, and there is no one in the connecting room.

So despite all the troubles, she still felt very happy.

A strange light flashed in the old lady's eyes. She quickly squeezed out a smile and took the opportunity to complain, "Hui'er, Mengwu is so ignorant. He is running around with a big belly and even has fetal force. I am worried."

She treated her daughter-in-law without any pretense, and was full of accusations and unscrupulousness.

But to this rebellious son, let alone teach him a lesson, I dare not even say a harsh word.

Du Shaohui frowned, worried, "What did the doctor say?"

Hearing the worry in her husband's voice, Song Mengwu felt soft, turned around and held his big hand, and said with a smile, "It's nothing serious."

Du Shaohui breathed a sigh of relief. This was his first child, so he naturally paid special attention to it.

Seeing the couple enjoying each other happily and having a deep relationship, Wuyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief, just be happy!

It's just that in some people's eyes, it's like a thorn in their eyes, a thorn in their flesh, and they make their teeth itch with hatred.

The old lady winked, and Qiangwei endured the pain and crawled over, crying bitterly, "Master Hou, it's small for me to be humiliated, but the face of Pingnan Hou Mansion is big..."

This time I learned my lesson, I didn't dare to hug his leg, and I didn't dare to make a big fuss about my injury. Instead, I talked about the truth and looked like a loyal servant.

Du Shaohui finally showed mercy and looked down at her, "Who kicked you?"

Qiangwei's eyes lit up and she was overjoyed. She pointed fiercely at Zuo'er first and then at Wuyou.[

"It was her, but she was the one who made it happen. Lord Marquis, you want to avenge your slave."

She was waiting happily for the Marquis to speak out for her, and she did not forget to look at Song Mengwu, demonstrating triumphantly, but when she saw Song Mengwu looking at her with pity on his face, she was stunned and had an ominous premonition.

Du Shaohui raised his eyebrows, "Wuyou, when did you become so soft-hearted? With your temper, you would have to cut her into eighteen pieces to relieve the hatred in your heart."

Qiangwei's legs gave way and she collapsed on the ground, her eyes widening in disbelief.

Do they know each other?

The tone sounds very familiar?

The corner of Wuyou's mouth twitched, "As I get older, I'm not so hot-tempered anymore."

Song Mengwu couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing.

So cute.

Qiangwei relied on the old lady's favor and raised her chin unwillingly, "Master Marquis, how can you help outsiders?"

A faint sarcasm appeared on Du Shaohui's face, "You are blind, this is the eldest lady of the Tang family, the Queen and the Queen are willing to give up three points, who are you? You actually contradict the nobles and want to kill our family.

Someone? Come, drag him down and kill him with a cane."
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